Enchantingly irrelevant

Today is one of those days when I have this sudden exhilarating impulse to write something. Yet, I can't put to words what that 'something' is. I know that I want to write but I can't figure out what. So forgive me, dear readers for boring you with such aimless, irrelevant scribble.
I can of course write about the beautifully morbid weather. Yes, I know that sounds distinctly as if I've just had a pint of liquor, but that's what the weather is just now. It's beautiful because it has rained, adding at least three more strokes of green to every leaf and blade of grass around me, that are blowing in the occasional frantic breeze. It is morbid because it has been cloudy since the afternoon and completely blanketed the sun all day...
I did not really plan on writing about the weather, but now that I've started it's filled me with a million other thoughts. It's exactly one of those days when you want to cozy up at a friends place with cups of steaming coffee. Add a few really close friends, a storyteller and of course buckets of rain. Subtract any disenchantment, any ill-feeling, forget all adversity, forget the past and you've got the perfect equation. One whose product is simply love and some fun.
I really miss such fun, that innocent joy of small wonders. Being away from home makes me especially nostalgic and pine for my dear, old friends(all of them).
Maybe someday, on another rainy day I'll meet them and we'll remember together........